Sean, I had a Kid. I gots me a a little Sun shine. My mother raised me right. I don't run from real responsibility. I imagined my women having an abortion, when I was psychotic, coming down off drugs. You knew me then remember. I Imagined her killing my kid, and thinking I'd have a lot more in common with one of my best friends. Except she didn't do that. I didn't really want that, because I was bigger then that. I was not raised to be weak, and follow. I followed you for a reason, you'll understand it one day. If anything fate brought us together because we needed each other. SOunds like you still need me a bit. Well I'm available for comment, and I don't delete. You know you should read the rest of the blog. Throughout the entire thing there is posts about you.
They are spread out, so you might have to buckle down and do some reading, but it might open your mind a bit. Kiss my brother out there on the End of the World.